Chapter 3

On the final day of my ill-fated marriage, Monica offered to drive me to Jack’s office to sign the papers. On the way, we dropped Camila off at Mom’s house. Mom’s face brightened when Camila ran to her and jumped into her waiting arms. While I walked out to the car, Monica lingered behind and talked to Mom for a few moments before joining me.

My stomach fluttered with butterflies, excited to finalize my divorce while not so thrilled about having to divulge to Monica the deep feelings I held for her. Would I lose two women on the same day, one whom I’d loved for years, and another I was in love with at the moment?

When we arrived at his office, I noticed Jack, Kat, and her attorney in an office, all of them focused on signing the forms. When they finished, Jack gathered the stack of papers and led me into another office to sign them. When finished, he said, “Dave, Kat would like to have a final meeting with you. The divorce is final, and you don’t have to, but she’s hoping for some kind of closure, and it might help you at the same time. No attorneys present.”

Monica surprised me by interjecting, “I think it’s a great idea and would help everyone move forward.”

I was prepared to leave, but seeing Monica’s hopeful expression, I replied, “Okay, I’ll agree to it.”

Jack led us to the office, and after opening the door, I grabbed Monica’s hand and pulled her into the room with me. Closing the door, we sat across the narrow table from Kat.

“I wanted us to be alone,” Kat stressed. “What’s she doing here?”

“Jack said no attorneys,” I clarified. “Monica has supported me through this since the beginning, and I want her present for the conclusion.”

She paused, weighing her options and seeing that I wasn’t going to budge, relented and began her speech.

My mind drifted as she spouted the same narrative I’d heard many times before about how much she loved me, the affair meant nothing, blah, blah, blah. When I heard her pause, she looked at me as if she wanted me to tell her how much I loved her and would forgive her. I simply replied, “Okay. You said your piece. We’re done.”

Her face flushed with anger and I’d rarely seen her pissed but there was no doubt that my indifference infuriated her. I refused to play her game.

Attempting to sway me, she added, “I’m a different person now, dammit. Dave, I love you and I don’t care if you’re sleeping with her,” she motioned to Monica. “I’ll take you back when you tire...”

Suddenly, a loud crack echoed through the room, as Monica had leaned over and bitch slapped Kat with her open palm, leaving a vivid red mark on her cheek. “How dare you think that he’d break his vows and have sex with someone else, like you did, you worthless slut. It’s obvious you haven’t learned anything because you still think casual sex isn’t a part of your vows. You broke his heart and have no right to ask for his forgiveness.”

Kat cowered, her face shocked and frightened. Neither she nor I had ever seen Monica this upset, but while it scared Kat, it gave me a warm feeling to see her protect me as she’d always done.

Kat meekly whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Kat brought her hands up to protect her face as Monica leaned in closer and said, “You broke him, and I’m going to fix him. While you wallow in your grief and wish for things that aren’t going to happen, do you know what I’m going to do?”

Kat barely whispered, “No,” afraid of provoking Monica any further.

Monica smiled and said, “I’m going to take him home and fuck his brains out. And then I’ll keep fucking him until he forgets everything about you.”

Kat gasped, tears freely flowing as she realized she’d truly lost me to a better woman.

Monica stood, grabbed my arm, and said, “We’re both done with you.”

We walked out, leaving Kat sobbing and defeated. My smile couldn’t have been wider, my mind lingering on the ‘fuck my brains’ part of Monica’s speech.

On the drive home, I noticed she was heading to her house instead of mine. “Aren’t we going to pick up Camila?”

“Not yet,” she replied. “First, we’re going to our home and celebrate with a glass of wine.” Her voice was tense, emotions running high from her confrontation with Kat.

“Our home?” I thought. My heart raced at the implications of her statement.

Feeling the need to diffuse her anger, I stated, “Would you mind if you helped me at work at some time in the future, negotiating deals? I could play the good cop while you play the bad cop part.”

She laughed, her expression softening as she apologized, “Sorry about that. I guess my anger has been building since I first learned of her affair, and I just couldn’t contain it any longer. I hope I didn’t make you too uncomfortable, seeing the ugly side of me.”

“Actually, you acted and said exactly what I’ve wanted to do for a long time, but thanks to you, my anger for her has been replaced with the happiness you and Camila have given me. I have no feelings for her whatsoever.”

When we entered her house, the wine glasses set on the table caught my attention. She uncorked my favorite bottle, and after filling the glasses, we clinked our glasses together. She murmured, “Congratulations, Dave. You’re free to live your new life.”

After several sips, she excused herself to freshen up. After a few moments, she called me from her bedroom, “Dave, could you come here?”

I set my glass down, and when I entered her room, my jaw dropped at the sight of her. Her thin, silky babydoll nightie did little to conceal her nude body underneath. My gaze locked onto her hard, puffy nipples before drifting down to her hairy pussy. My prick turned to stone as I approached her. I held her shoulders and knew the moment had come to either break or make our relationship.

With trepidation, I confessed, “Monica. There are things I’ve wanted to say to you for the last several months, but haven’t, fearing I’d lose you, but please bear with me while I struggle with my words.”

She smiled coyly as if she knew what was coming.

I continued, “While I’ve dreamed of making love to you for far too long, you mean more than that to me. I’m looking for someone to not only satisfy me sexually, but also be...”

She interrupted me, exclaiming, “Yes!”

That confused me, unsure of what she was agreeing to. “Yes?” I asked.

“Yes! I’ll marry you and bear your children!” she exclaimed. “I love you so much. Please make love to me and claim me as your woman.”

She began undressing me as I stood in shock. My wildest dreams and desires had become reality. When she’d fully undressed me, I slid the straps of her nightie off her shoulders, allowing it to drop to the floor.

Her hand wrapped around my cock as I looked at her nude body for the first time. “You’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t believe it. I love you more than you can imagine.”

“Prove it,” she taunted me, kissing me passionately.

We embraced, her hard tips pressing into my chest as our hands explored each other’s bodies. Our tongues danced together, our pent-up lust bursting forth as we hugged and ground our nude bodies together.

I moved her to the bed and pushed her onto her back. She spread her legs as I crawled between them. I lifted one of her legs and kissed, licked and sucked her succulent thigh. She moaned as I devoured her delicious flesh. When my free hand stroked her other thigh, she spread her legs wider, offering her body to me.

The essence of her pussy scent washed over me, the same aroma I’d enjoyed from the fireplace incident. Drawing me in like a moth to light, I licked her outer labia with my rough tongue, causing her moaning to escalate. Grasping tufts of pussy hair on either side of her slit, I pulled her slot apart and licked up and down, until she orgasmed. I lapped up her juices, and began fucking her with my tongue while stroking her soft thighs. I’m not sure if it was another climax or a continuation of her first one, but her pelvis jerked as her pussy clamped shut.

“Fuck, that’s good!” Monica gasped and fought for air. “So much for thinking you wouldn’t eat my pussy if I didn’t shave.”

Continuing to stroke her thighs, I waited a few more minutes before rubbing my fingers up and down her sodden slot before sinking three fingers into it. Her groans intensified as I finger-fucked her and when her engorged clit emerged from its protective cover, I clamped onto it with my lips. I sucked, pulled and licked it with my tongue. Her stomach lurched and shook as her guts turned inside out, another orgasm consuming her.

I made a mental note that sometime in the future, I’d eat her pussy until she passed out but my cock convinced me it was time to move on. I kissed my way up her soft, smooth body, taking time to suck in a hunk of her stomach flesh. She writhed and twisted, giggling from my teasing.

Moving upward, I filled my hands with her proud, perky breasts. They weren’t huge but filled my hands perfectly. I squeezed and played with them, my thumbs brushing across her large, engorged, dark brown nipples. I flicked her rubbery tips, making her squirm underneath me. Leaning down, I latched onto a nipple while my fingers gripped and twisted her other. Her hands grasped my head, holding me tightly to her bosom.

“Suck my titties, baby,” she cooed.

I rotated between her tits and when her body began to stiffen, I reached down and frantically rubbed her clit as if I was starting a fire. She erupted with another explosive climax, coating my hand with her juices.

“Fuck! I’m cumming again!” she screamed. “I need your cock deep inside me. Fuck me hard and fast!”

I rubbed my cock up and down her slit, relishing the feel of her soft, slick lips. Shoving my bloated tip through her tight outer ring of muscles, she groaned and mewed, “So good. It’s been a long time. Push it in slowly. I want to savor this moment. I’ll remember the first time you fuck me for the rest of my life.”

I thrust in a few more inches, her velvety, slick walls clinging and pulling me in deeper. “Your pussy is so wet and tight,” I grunted, pushing in further. When my balls snuggled against her ass, my prick buried to the hilt, I paused, loving the feel of her twitching, quivering pussy.

We kissed, our eyes wide open and locked together as I began to stroke in and out of her hungry pussy. The love exuded from her pupils spurned me on to fuck her faster. Her breasts heaved beneath me, her heart beat so strongly I felt it when our bodies meshed together. We struggled to breathe in and out through our noses, finally separating our mouths to gasp for air.

I nestled my head beside hers and nibbled on her ear while I hammered her drenched cunt. “I could fuck you forever,” I gasped.

“You can do whatever you want. I’m yours now. I give myself to you completely. Claim me and fill me with your sperm,” she murmured.

My hands lowered to her ass and pulled her pelvis into me as I slammed into her body. She wrapped her legs around me and thrust her hips upward, smashing her engorged labia against my root, grunting with each collision. After another dozen strokes, her body shook and tensed, signaling her impending orgasm.

“Kiss me and fill me,” she begged.

Our mouths locked together, both of us stopped breathing as her pussy molded itself to my prick and squeezed with a vice-like grip. Her convulsions and contractions continued until my prick enlarged and exploded, streams of thick, sticky sperm splashing against the back of her quivering pussy. Shocks of pleasure shot through my body as my cock pulsed and jerked in her snapping snatch.

Once drained, I collapsed on her, our hot, sweaty bodies melding together. Her arms wrapped around me and hugged me tightly. “Fuck, that was unbelievable,” I murmured, gasping for air.

“You got that right,” she agreed. “I’ve never cum so many times in a row. I haven’t masturbated for a month, wanting it to be special for you. I was so fucking horny, I almost blew you on the way home.”

“Less than a week for me. After your little exhibition in front of the fireplace, I had to whack off three times that night to get to sleep.”

She giggled and related, “If you got a good look, you would’ve seen how wet I was. After you left, I had to take a cold shower and knew that if I touched my pussy, I would explode.”

Suddenly, a thought came to me. “Damn, we forgot about Camila. Should we go get her?” I began to move off her, but she held me firmly.

“Did you see me talking to your mom when you walked to your car? I told her the same thing I told Kat, that I was going to fuck your brains out.”

I laughed and replied, “Oh Lordy. You didn’t.”

“Of course and she asked me why it took so long. Anyway, she’s bringing Camila over on Sunday, along with some of your clothes. She knew you wouldn’t need them tomorrow as we’re going to be in bed most of the day. She was thrilled to keep Camila for two nights. I think she’s in love with my daughter as much as you.”

“Who can blame us? She’s a mirror image of her beautiful mother.”

“For that, you get another round of fun,” she said, her voice filled with lust. Rolling me onto my back, she kissed her way down my body until her mouth licked my cock clean. She wrapped her lips around my shaft and sucked until blood began flowing into it. Once hard, she swallowed my length, her head bobbing up and down. For out of practice, she was a hell of a cocksucker.

Lifting off, she straddled me and popped my cock into her sloppy snatch, filled with our cum. She bottomed out, rose, and plopped down until our groins meshed together, our fluids splashing out and soaking our pubic hair. While she rode me, her breasts bounced up and down, her jutting nipples hard as diamonds. I reached up and squeezed them, causing a series of guttural groans from her.

When she neared her climax, I lowered one of my hands and pressed against the front of her mound so my cock scraped across the top of her pussy. She shrieked with glee when my ridged tip slid across her G-spot, sending waves of pleasure through her. When her body began to tense, I gripped her puffy pearl between my fingertips and squeezed it.

Her pussy spasmed uncontrollably, her body thrashing and twisting as her juices bathed my cock. Her strong contractions tried unsuccessfully to convince my cock to erupt. Thankfully, the intense orgasm from earlier helped me stave off my own climax.

When her body relaxed, she fell on top of me, then kissed me gently. “I love you so much,” she murmured.

Feeling my cock still hard, buried in her warm pussy, she asked, “It’s your turn. What’s your treat?”

I smiled and said, “Remember when you turned to me the night you showed me your pussy, loading in the logs? If you recall, my hands resembled a steeple, and I was praying. Praying I’d get the chance to doggy fuck you.”

She grinned and replied, “Consider your prayers answered.” She pulled off and got on all fours, her legs spread out, ready for me to mount her.

I took my time, running my hands up and down her smooth, creamy thighs, savoring the feel. She humped her hips rearward, anxiously awaiting my prick. I seated my mushroom-shaped head between her engorged labia and thrust in several inches. Grasping her thin waist with my hands, I held her tightly while I rammed my prick to the bottom.

She grunted and gasped for air from the impact. Before she could recover i fucked her fast and hard, the sounds of flesh slapping together as I pummeld her battered pussy. Her body inched forward with each thrust until her head began banging on the headboard.

“Fuck, that’s good,” she moaned. “Keep fucking me hard. I’m going to cum again.”

Wanting to feel her gripping, squeezing cunt walls contract again, I moved my hand underneath her and rubbed her clit. Ten strokes later, her pussy gushed with juice as she wailed with wanton lust. I kept plowing into her, bringing her back up, although it felt like she was still in the throes of an orgasm. Her cunt continued to convulse as I fucked her faster. Reaching up, I gripped her protruding nipples, squeezed them, and stretched them downward.

She screamed, “Fuck, I can’t take much more. Cum in me, baby. I want to feel you explode.”

Gripping the fronts of her thighs, I yanked her body into mine, my cock colliding with her cervix with each stroke. Her body shook so much I thought she was having an epileptic seizure. Gargled, unintelligible sounds escaped from her mouth as she fought to breathe.

Her major orgasm triggered mine, my cock jerking in her insides. I groaned and grunted as I mustered all my strength to satisfy her hungry pussy. When we relaxed, she fell forward onto the bed, her panting rapid and short.

I lay down beside her flat on my back, my chest heaving as I recovered. She turned on her side, snuggled next to me, and draped her arm across my body. My thoughts went back to the past when I was with Kat, subconsciously comparing the two women. I thought my times with Kat were great, but they were nothing compared to my time with Monica. I smiled widely, reflecting on my improved sex life.

Monica kissed me and asked, “Whatcha thinking about? Why the big smile?”

“Just enjoying the moment,” I lied. After all we talked about, being honest and trusting, I felt bad that I couldn’t divulge my true feelings. “Not exactly correct,” I confessed. “I don’t ever want to hide what I’m feeling from you. I know it’s immature, but I was comparing our lovemaking to when Kat and I did it. My smile reflected the results. Making love to you is so much better, and I believe it’s because we’re more trusting and deeper in love. I hope you can understand and don’t hate me for it.”

She kissed me and replied, “I figured that was it, because my thoughts were the same, comparing you to Russ. It’s so much better with you, and I agree, it’s a deeper and more resolute love we share.”

We fell asleep and a few hours later I woke up to her sucking my cock. After I brought her to four more orgasms, I unloaded in her pussy.

In the morning, we enjoyed our first shower fuck before preparing breakfast. I’d helped her so many times with fixing the evening meals that we worked together like a well-practiced team.

The only mishap was in the afternoon, when we got excited talking about having more children. While fucking her hard, her legs wrapped around me, I stared in her beautiful eyes. When we were close to climaxing, she exclaimed, “Breed me, baby! Fuck me hard!”

The very words Kat had said to Kevin. That scene flashed before me, it was what had put me in the hospital. When I began to soften, Monica’s body writhed and thrashed, bringing my attention back to her. She pulled my head to hers and kissed me passionately, bringing my focus back to her. My prick filled again as I thrust hard and fast. Her orgasm set mine off as I sprayed her insides with my potent seed.

When finished, she murmured, “I’m so sorry, Dave. After I said it, I could see what it did to you.”

I kissed her and professed, “It was for just a second, and when I looked at you again, my thoughts returned to you. Like you said before, you’ll just have to keep fucking me to purge all the bad memories buried in my mind.”

We both giggled and cuddled, spending the rest of the day resting and making love.

The next morning, we were sleeping soundly from fucking late into the night. All of a sudden, the bedroom door flung open, and a forty-pound bundle of joy jumped on us, Monica’s over-exuberant daughter.

She peppered our faces with kisses, exclaiming, “Are you my daddy now? Will you be here all the time?”

I hugged her, kissed her forehead, and replied, “If you’re okay with it, I’d love to be your dad. I love your mother and you so much.”

She scampered from Monica to me, kissing us and exclaiming her joy for us being together.

Mom rescued us, grabbing Camila by her waist and pulling her off. She apologized, “Sorry about that. When I opened the front door, she dashed in before I could stop her. I didn’t expect her to run right into your bedroom. I’ll take her into the kitchen and have her help me with breakfast while you two get dressed. Oh, and good morning.”

She smiled, turned, and left, leading Camila out. Throwing on our sweats, we joined a joyful Mom and Camila, both elated that we had finally committed ourselves to each other. Over the next few weeks, I moved the rest of my belongings into my new home. I’m sure Mom and Dad were relieved to have me finally move out of their basement, giving them some alone time they’d come to love in retirement.

We invited Heather out to dinner one night while Mom watched all the kids. She wasn’t surprised but still excited to hear the news of our upcoming marriage. She related some things we hadn’t heard. Kat was fired because of the affair, but Kevin was retained, mainly due to pressure from his wealthy parents.

Bob, Kat’s father, hired her as his PA, which I’m sure was a way to watch her in the future and keep tabs on her. Heather tried to act strong, but couldn’t hide the fact that she was a little overwhelmed, a single mother, two kids, and barely surviving. It would be a struggle to get back on track, and it didn’t help that Kevin was routinely late making child support payments and alimony.

Two weeks later, while Kat and I snuggled in the living room, she turned to me and softly spoke, “Dave, I don’t like the fact that Kevin pretty much got off scot-free. And now he’s screwing over Heather. Since we had dinner with Heather, I’ve been calling Kevin and patching things up with him. We’re on pretty friendly terms now.”

My entire body tensed. Was she fucking nuts? The guy who broke up two marriages, and she was now befriending him. I could feel the burning heat in my face, knowing our marriage was on the verge of never happening. Seeing my distress, she wrapped her arm around me and consoled me, “Relax, sweetie. It’s not what you think. Heather and I have a plan to even the score, and I have to make a pretense of being his friend to make it work. I still hate him and am only doing it for Heather. Please listen to our plan before you say anything.”

I relaxed as she explained what they had planned, and when she finished, I kissed her and said, “I love it. Just a couple of questions. Why are you the one who’s going to convince him?”

“He’s always perved on me. I had to lock my door when growing up because he’d always try to come in and catch me undressed,” she explained.

“Okay, guess that makes sense. Couldn’t you and I do it? Why involve Heather?” I asked.

“Well, I’m not touching his dick. Do you want to?” she replied, a smirk forming. Seeing my disgust, she added, “She’s not only touched it, but knows what it takes to arouse him.”

“Great, when you set a date, I have just the guy to help us out. Hopefully, Mom and Dad will be enough for an alibi. I hate to get anyone else involved.”

“How about Jack and Lisa?” she asked. “I’m sure they’d help.”

“Probably, but I don’t want to involve him in anything illegal, which may get him disbarred. We’re on our own here.”

Monica insisted I listen to the phone conversations she had with her brother, which were painful, but she wanted me to know everything. I loved her for that and fully trusted her.

When the event was scheduled, Jeff, my buddy, reserved two connecting rooms at a seedy hotel. It was often used by prostitutes, and he had no problem paying for it with five hundred cash, avoiding registration. Another hundred to ensure all the security cameras were turned off.

It was a beautiful day for a barbecue, with Dad taking over my cooking responsibilities. Monica, Heather, and I, dressed in sweats, met Jeff at the back of the property.

Fortunately, the cul-de-sac abutted an empty field, the sides of our property lined with trees, so no one would notice us climb the fence and jump into Jeff’s van. He grinned, seeing me adorned with his Bears jersey, and asked, “All set?”

“Yup. Let’s do it,” I instructed, as we sped away to the hotel. Thirty minutes later, we pulled up behind the building. Jeff handed the room key to Monica and said, “Good luck.”

We entered the rooms, Monica in one with Heather and me in the other. When we opened the connecting door, I handed Monica the items she needed.

She turned to me, asking, “Are you still okay with what I have to do? I don’t want to hurt you. If you want, we can think of a different plan.”

“No. Do what you have to. Let’s even the score. If you feel threatened at any time, just scream and we’ll come running.”

Hearing Kevin’s car pull up, we closed the door. Heather held my hand as we stood by the door, listening.

“Hi, Sis. You look great!” Kevin exclaimed after Monica led him into the room. “I can’t believe you’re finally agreeing to fulfill my greatest desires.”

“I just felt bad about shutting you out and want to mend things with you. Dave doesn’t know I’m here, so I hope you won’t say anything to him,” Monica stressed, her voice a little shaky.

“No problem, Monica,” Kevin assured her. “It’s actually exciting that first I cucked him with his wife and now I’m going to do it with his girlfriend, my sister. That guy is a fucking wimp.”

I felt the heat rise in me and fought the urge to bust through the door and beat him within an inch of his life, but we had a plan. I calmed myself, determined to follow through.

“Let’s strip and get to it, Sis,” Kevin instructed. After the rustle of his clothes being shed, Kevin asked, “What’s the problem? I’m almost naked and you’re still just looking.”

“Sorry, Kevin. I was just enjoying the show,” she replied.

After a few seconds, Kevin exclaimed, “Jesus, those are some gorgeous tits. I can’t wait to squeeze them when I’m fucking you.”

Once again, heat flowed through me, but I knew this had to be done to build up Kevin’s trust. I mentally visualized Monica’s proud tits on display for her brother.

“I’m a little shy about this, so for the first round, I want to try something to relax me,” Monica stated.

“Okay. I’m naked and ready to go. What do you want to do?” he asked, his excited voice displaying his anxiousness.

I heard the crisp clink of metal as Monica brought out the handcuffs. “Move up higher on the bed, and I’ll secure your hands. I love being in charge the first time I’m with a man.”

After the click of the lock sounded, Kevin asked, “You’re not even completely naked. How do I know you’re not tricking me?”

After a few seconds, he exclaimed, “Fuck, I love your hairy pussy. I can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my prick. Go ahead and do my other hand, and let’s get on with it.”

After securing Kevin’s other hand, she slipped the blindfold on him, explaining, “I’m still a little shy about doing this with my brother, so this should make it easier.”

“Sure. No problem,” Kevin said, his voice elevated and shaky, showing signs of excitement.

Soon after, the door silently opened. Heather stepped in and according to our plan began playing with Kevin’s semi-hard cock. While Monica slipped on her sweats, she soothingly talked to her brother, convincing him that his dreams were coming true.

Heather expertly played with her ex’s prick, knowing exactly what turned him on. I squirted some lube onto the buttplug we’d brought and handed it to Heather.

“Sweetie, there’s another thing that turns me on when I’m riding a man’s cock,” Monica purred.

Heather ran the plug through Kevin’s crack and gently shoved it into his ass. He yelped and cried, “Hey, I’m not into ass fucking. Don’t do that.”

The plug was very short, but it looked like a giant dildo jammed into his ass with fake rubber balls hanging down. Heather resumed stroking his prick as he hardened again.

“Relax, it’s in and I’m almost ready to hop on. Enjoy the moment and think about fucking your sister.”

He moaned as Heather rapidly stroked his cock, her hands slick and slimy with his pre-cum. His breaths shortened as he huffed and puffed, bucking his hips up. Heather nodded to me, knowing he was about to blow.

I readied her phone, set it to camera mode, and stood at the foot of the bed. It was a perfect shot clearly showing his ass filled with a rubber cock. Heather paused, and when Kevin urgently cried, “No, keep going. I’m ready to blow.”

“I want you to talk dirty to me, baby,” Monica cooed. “Tell me how you like to fuck married women and especially your sister.”

When he repeated her words, Heather resumed stroking, while Monica taunted him, “Louder, baby. Let’s take the pressure off your balls before I suck you to hardness again and fuck your brains out.”

He screamed it over and over as Heather’s skillful hands brought him to the edge. While he kept chanting, Monica slipped the blindfold off him and stood off to one side. I flicked on the camera light, blinding him, so he wouldn’t recognize us. When his balls pulsed, Heather removed her hands and his prick on automatic, spurted out streams of cum as he screamed his desire to fuck his sister. It was a perfect take, and after he released his load, I shut off the phone.

After getting his bearings, he twisted and yanked his arms, trying to free himself. “You bastards. What are you doing? I’ll have you all thrown in jail for this.”